Where to begin…? I feel a bit like Dorothy who suddenly finds herself in the strange yet intriguing world of Oz when she turns to her dog and says, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Toto!” I don’t have a dog, and I haven’t ever been to Kansas, but my world has been hurled through the hurricane of publishing my first novel and finally landed in the digital world. I’m convinced if I follow the yellow brick road of e-books, blogging, and tweeting I’ll find my way back to my own comfort zone. There’s a wicked witch of doubt hot on my trail though and I continually have to outsmart her. So far, thank goodness, there are no flying monkeys in sight!
All writers want to publish (OK, maybe not Emily Dickinson, but everyone else). That’s the ultimate objective in writing–having someone read it. And not just read it, but like it. So you write, and you hope, and you wait. And wait. And wait for someone to read it–the right someone. And when finally they do, it’s amazing! It’s unbelievable! It’s overwhelming! There’s contracts to sign, edits to make, cover designs to pick, publicity to arrange…I don’t even have any ruby slippers!